​ Look there in the waves beside the boat. Hack and Hapi stare up with mouths gaping, full of jagged sharp teeth and they laugh. Their green watery eyes are skeptical that I have the courage to step from this bubble of reality where we circle and enter Tasheta, the place of no time. Indeed, I shall, I breathe deeply and fill with defiance as the voices of the leaders intertwine like a melodic key that opens the veiled doorway so that I may slip through. Set hears and is angered that his hated brother is about to be re-membered yet again and sends his desert wind to sweep through in chaotic haste, salted with the flavor of sand. Yet, I pay him no heed. Let him try to dissuade, distract and dis-member my mummified form slipping easily deeper into dark Nile waters like Osiris did before separated from his beloved Isis. Crocodile teeth begin their work. The linen bandages tighten about my body and stain crimson with lifeblood as the razor-like teeth render, rip and tear asunder while physical ears filter the verbal instructions of the teachers. In spite of bodily reactions to the visual journey through the consciousness responding to the story spoken, yet involuntary muscle spasms, the threat of suffocation and stabs of painful energy shock me like a cosmic cattle prod. Only the application of such effects can shove my mind close enough that it willingly moves through the transfiguration or fear will stop the process before it is finished. I am floating within the energy now, mimicking the breathing of green Osiris as rise above the water, filling with the light of Ra. A vivid rainbow of swirling colors swirl entwine me within their corresponding vibrations like the notes of the grandest musical scale. My body is the tuning fork. Alas, Anubis and Thoth wait as I open my eyes, the remembered child, stepping as from Khnum’s own pottery wheel freshly formed and shining new. Clutched tightly in my hands I discover a thread clipped from Neith’s own hair, my lifeline returned anew. I am no longer Osiris for the mummy wrappings have vanished, yet I know I am the reborn, renewed aspect of his story forever forward. Thoth steps closer and whispers into my ear speaking my Ren, which I have waited so long to hear. The portal opens once more. Anubis smiles with eyes that glow with a deep shade of green, gesturing that it is time for me to step back into my own world once more. You have much to do for us there, he imparts to my mind. I step through reluctantly, although hearing the call of Nicki that we return. There is a sting to reentering reality. It is only a small electrical charge, which centers me into my being once more. Phew, grains of sand remain on dry lips. Set may have been defeated this time, but he smiles to realize that I have learned that he is always the other side of Ma’at, a part of the whole. Without chaos, I would become stagnant energy without motivation to push harder to achieve the changes I need. He will not stop the divine within or block enlightenment, rather empower the development of my sahu and that which I choose to become-that which shines from RA into the darkness of innocence; every upwards; ever seeking; ever evolving . . . ever accepting of the mysteries and wisdom of the ancients.